A Dark glimpse into Trinity's world

[hider=The Witness] Lieutenant Vanderhaar stood off to one side of the still brutal murder scene the stench of burned flesh and blood still staining the air as he listened to the creepiest girl he’d ever known; “He’s cauterized the knife now that he has her tied face down and cuts first the left Achilles tendon then reheats the blade with the gas torch then cuts the right.”

Van had met the strange girl three years ago in a diner he liked and thought at first she was like every other nut who said they were psychic but she had turned out to be for real and how she did her work was horrifying to imagine, she didn’t channel the spirit of the dead as some claimed they did she actually was  looking back in time and witnessing the girl’s murder and torture step by step describing what she is seeing into a recorder.

The observation lasted three hours for Van but he knew from chatting with her that Trinity had experienced the entire 6 day ordeal and only narrating the times that Marko Rine had spent with poor Alice Menchal cutting and raping her as she begged for her life. It was the latter that Van couldn’t handle; listening to them beg for their lives, beg for the animal to stop and in the end pray to god and talk to family that couldn’t save them but Trinity never skipped a beat. 

He was alone with her because he and she both knew that if his bosses ever discovered he’d made his breakthrough using someone like her they’d cash him out of the force so he kept it quiet. He used this first hand knowledge as a way to draw out the killers, to get them talking or scared that he already had them because he knew their crime but her services gave him an insight into the animals that put the finest CSI to shame only trouble was it was inadmissible so he used it in clever ways in interrogation or the finding of clues.

When she finished by announcing that Alice had expired due to what appeared to be blunt force applied by an odd pneumatic device that had a steel piston that extended three inches from its housing Van perked up as a strange device which he found while exercising warrant on the killer’s home came to mind. He’d have CSI look it over as soon as he got back to the station was his thought as Trinity stood up from a chair in which the killer had sat sometimes to watch Alice in pain and the link that allowed her to see the crime in clarity.  

“I’d hate to see your nightmares,” said Van as he approached her 

Trinity answered “I don’t Dream, maybe because my ability takes up too much space in my mind or the antipsychotics they forced on me as a child.

Of course if you are referring to recent observations you don’t need sleep to be haunted by them”

She paused looking back at the old table where the crime had been committed then added “I’ll send you a transcript of my recordings in the morning.”

Van left it at that as he escorted her out of the crime scene and to her car then watched her drive away without a word.


Trinity was glad to be away from the horror show that the latest case had been so that she could get a bath and rubdown at her hotel so she placed a call to her masseuse whom she’d put on retainer knowing that Kate loved the triple normal rate for the late hour of the call.

The car she was in was a rental and for reasons she couldn’t understand had been used as a sexual rendezvous at least 12 times since arriving in the city a year ago and three times by the rental manager and one of his counter girls who gave him road head which was distracting to Trinity as she drove. It was obvious that she was standing in the way of at least Lust and she couldn’t do that believing that people needed the release so they weren’t such assholes so in the morning she’d take back the love bug and insist on the newest car on their lot.

The city streets still had people on them here and there but then again this was New York the City that never slept and she wondered what they were all doing up so late though some she could guess when she saw to Trans girls hooking a corner and some guy in the shadows conducting a brisk business in loosies near a train station. 

So she selected Ain't no rest for the wicked as her intro song for her 15 minute drive to her hotel finishing up with Beck’s Loser and then the Buthole Surfers which was blaring as she hopped out at  Valet parking tossing the keys to Mike a huge borderline neanderthal of as man and a bunny bear personally if you were of the female persuasion.

“Mike Kate’s coming in a few could you see that she gets in without any trouble?”

He answered cheerfully “Sure ting Mis Smit, she have no trouble here” 

Trinity knew that the big man with an odd speech impediment had a thing for Kate and that they had already gone on two dates which left Kate frustrated because he didn’t pickup her signal that she wants him to make love to her; Kate loved big men and Gentle giants were her weakness ad there Mike was top of the list.  

THE NEXT MORNING

Trinity sat crossed legged on her bed munching on the chef’s wonderful French toast with a fresh strawberry sorbet to cleanse her palate before she headed of for a day of shopping for a new jacket and boots as her’s had stains on them from an investigation to recover and expensive piece of art lucky for her it had been safe inside a transport shipping tube when a jet lost an engine as it passed over the old house outside of Heathrow, she couldn’t wear the boots, pants or jacket she’d been wearing with the blood stains and hydraulic fluid. 

Her luck had been fickle that day cutting it so close as she was held by a sociopath at gunpoint and crushed the man dead in an instant then sending her through the next two floors beneath her to land in the cellar which protected her till Thomas her Fire squeeze who’d been the savior of her from the burning wreckage of the roof; he was fun but clingy after two days but then the men in her life tended to fall in love quicker than the women.

Alex was running the valet stand when she stepped out on the drive to find a deep blue Audi waiting for her from the rental agency door open. “Morning Miss Smith” he addressed her in a New England accent with a happy smile.

“Morning Alex, a little flashy but I guess it’s all they had” she said with a sign practically having to sit at pavement level because it was one of those low slung models

“I thought it didn’t seem to be your normal, normal taste in cars Miss but it is a fine machine” he chuckled to one of his favorite tenants.

“Well I was thinking taking time off and heading on a little relaxing tour, well have a lovely day Alex” she laughed softly as she engaged the purring beast’s complicated transmission and headed effortlessly into traffic.[/hider]